It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
On Wednesday I drove a VW Combi (van) full of 22 ARV patients and their caregivers to the nearest hospital, which is 45 min away from where I live and 1.5 hrs away from the village. This is a weekly occurance; we are able to do HIV testing and counselling in the village, but need to go to the hospital for ARV's and TB meds, etc. For now...we are hoping that will change in the new year. When we finally left the hospital at 5:30 (the patients load into the van at 7 in the morning), we got a flat tire. So...we had 5 HIV positive men working on changing the tire - a testament to the benefits of ARV treatment if I've ever seen one! Eventually we were rescued by Jim (co-director of Edzimkulu).
And that's where it all began...
Russ' birthday fell on the next day, Thursday. We had big plans for his South African birthday...a dinner party, cake, good times (or so we thought). Again, I was out driving in the VW van; this time I had 6 home-based care workers with me and we headed out to a village to do outreach HIV testing.The day started off well; we went to see a co-worker whose baby had recently contracted TB meningitis...baby was healing well and her hemiplegia was resolving. Good news!
We did our testing...and then I ran out of gas. Bad news!
Or so I thought.
Lyn, who works in another NGO in the area, came to our rescue and went to get petrol.
Then the battery died...we boosted...it died again...I taught my colleagues every single english swear word I know. Just kidding. Or am I?
We hitched a lift to the nearest town and took pictures of ourselves leaping while we waited to be rescued. Sooooo funny...



Then Jim and Russ, the Birthday Boy, rescued us. In South Africa, if you leave a vehicle on the side of the road for long, it is likely it will be stripped of parts by the time you return...so we towed it. With a Mazda bakkie (SUV).
And then the tow rope snapped. My bad...
After leaving the broken VW in front of a random police station we headed home, in the dark.
And then the fog rolled in...
They call this the Mist Belt. We drove 30 km/hr. On the highway.
Happy 29th Birthday, Russ:) (worst birthday ever...no supper, no cake, no seatbelts, home at 10 pm).
But he did get sung an exuberant Happy Birthday song from Nobulala, Babalwa, and Nonceba in the back of the truck:)
In the end, I hadn't run out of gas, the alternator had crapped out. For the record...